Adoration isn't love.

It is a woman's nature to be constant - to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever - bless them, dear creatures!

You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

What she had realized was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.